mag-exorcise tayo (...tuwing umaga)

i have ghosts in the condo. the ghosts of my ex. he continues to be all around, because a lot of his stuff remains there. we are still in the middle of negotiations. so he continues to technically own half of the place. and i get this feeling that he is deliberately sitting on the matter. perhaps because he wants storage for all that junk. and he doesn't want to have to sort through all that stuff, pick and pack.

so i have boxes lying around the tiny condo. with more things scattered throughout the nooks & crannies. ghosts. all of them.

one major ghost is the bed frame. that frame was his contribution to the unit, a piece of furniture he purchased long before. and to save on costs, he brought it to the unit. we bought the mattress. and for 7 years, that was our bed.


when he left, he didn't want to take it. he said he didn't need it. i didn't want it either. but had no choice but to use it while i shop for a new bed frame. i tried 'our home' and didn't like the designs there. too nouveau contemporary. thank God for my friend who did the interiors of the condo. he offered to custom-make a new bed frame for me! at a discount!

my sushi bed arrived this morning, a wooden bed with distressed leather headboard, tailored to my specifications (no footboard, enough space underneath for storage). it had clean straight lines, very masculine. matte wenge finish. and they painstakingly assembled it.

i also specified that it should be able to hold a variety of different people (hahaha). the absence of the footboard would allow my taller dates to stretch comfortably!



as they assembled it, i was thinking of the exorcism ritual. i was slowly taking on the ghosts of the unit with the removal of his bed frame. i'm buying a new mattress, too. but i'm not rushing that. need to study all my options.

one less ghost. hooray!



p.s. i still sleep on one side of the bed.